I laugh louder, sauntering into the living room and sitting on the couch. Mark grabs an apple and follows, taking the seat next to me. “And what would you do? Play wingman? Oh, hey there, bud, I already put a baby in her, but here you go, have at it.”
Mark’s eyes widen and his hand goes to his chest. I lean against the armrest and lay my feet in his lap. He tosses the apple into the air. “I would never say that.” He shakes his head. “Planted my seed, maybe, but put a baby in her, no.”
I playfully kick him with my foot as he bites into the apple. Why am I obsessed with this apple?
“I’m kidding,” he says, his hand moving from massaging my foot to my calf. “But I’m not kidding about how I don’t think you should find a random guy. If you want sex or just an orgasm, I can do that for you.”
Oh, so we are both going to be blunt about this. Okay. I can do that.
“No strings attached?”
His delayed response should be all I need to know to stop this nonsense right now, but the way his eyes connect with mine and his hands slowly creep their way up my leg, I can’t think of anything else right now.
“No strings attached,” he repeats, breaking eye contact.
It’s another red flag, but my body is begging to betray me, and right now, I don’t have the strength to fight it.
Like a lion attacking her prey, I climb on top of Mark. My legs straddle his hips, and his hands go right for my ass.
Our lips collide like two desperate high school kids trying to get their feels in before someone comes to tell them they can’t hang out in the bedroom with the door closed anymore.
“Oh god.” I groan and grind my hips harder. Until this moment, I hadn’t realize how much I missed the touch of another person. Scratch that—Mark’s touch.
He grips the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Our lips part for only a split second. It’s a second too long. Pressing my lips back to his, he deepens the kiss by placing his hand on the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. His hips buck, and I toss my head back against his hold.
My entire body is overly sensitive these days, and I’m not lying when I say that I could come undone right here, with all these layers between us, just from the friction of his body rubbing against mine.
“Tell me how you want it,” he says in a sexy gruff tone that fuels my need for him.
“I want you naked, beneath me, and I want you to suck on my nipples.”
“You’re blunt.” He kisses my collarbone. “I like that. I like it a lot.”
He lifts his hips quickly, tugs off his shorts, and then helps me stand over him to do the same. Completely naked now, I move to settle back on top of him, but he stops me.
“Hold on to the back of the couch.”
I do as I’m told, and he wiggles until his face is right between my legs.
“Oh god,” I say with the first swipe of his tongue.
He grips my thighs, and thank goodness for that, because each press of his mouth as he licks me right where I want him most makes my legs want to give out.
“God, you’re wet. I fucking love it. I love it so much.” His declaration ignites my confidence, and I lower myself until I’m basically sitting on his face and rubbing myself against him.
“Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
In a swift move, Mark shifts me away from the back of the couch, scoots back, and settles me on top of him. He holds himself at my entrance, and I slowly lower myself.
“Holy shit,” I say when I’m sitting as far as I can go. “This.” I breathe. “This is what I’ve been missing.”
Without wasting any more time, I move, and I move fast. His hands fall to my hips as if his first intention was to slow me down, but his movements turn just as frantic as mine.
“Syd, you feel amazing.”
“Oh god. Same, so much.”
“I’m not going to last very long.”
